Seducing His Father:The Alpha's Ultimate Regret

Chapter 12:The Penthouse Gate

The luxury SUV glided through the iron-wrought gates of The Obsidian, the most exclusive residential high-rise in the city center. This wasn't the pack house, and it certainly wasn't the run-down sector I had spent the morning trying to escape. This was where the elite human billionaires and top-tier werewolf executives lived, completely shielded from the public eye.

The vehicle came to a smooth halt in a private, enclosed garage stall.

"We're here," Silas said, releasing his possessive grip on my waist as the driver rushed to open our doors.

I stepped out onto the polished concrete, looking up at the private elevator lobby. Silas walked beside me, his long strides effortless, yet he kept his pace matching mine. When we stepped into the lift, he pressed a single, glowing button labeled PH.

The ride was silent, but the air between us was charged with a heavy, lingering tension. The voice note he had sent Julian still hung in the air like an unexploded bomb.

The elevator doors chimed and slid back, opening directly into a breathtaking, multi-level penthouse. The walls were made entirely of glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline on one side and the dense, dark northern forests on the other. Pristine white marble floors, plush charcoal-gray velvet furniture, and a massive floating staircase dominated the space.

"This is your new home, Clara," Silas murmured, walking past me toward a sleek bar area. He poured two fingers of dark amber whiskey into a crystal glass, not bothering to offer me any, knowing my wolf senses were already hyper-stimulated.

I walked over to the glass wall, looking out over the territory. "It's beautiful, Alpha."

"It's secure," he corrected, turning around and leaning against the marble counter, his golden eyes tracking my movements. "Julian cannot enter this building. My security team has your biometric data locked into the system. You are safe here."

I turned to face him, crossing my arms. "Safe from Julian, yes. But what about you, Alpha Silas? You've given me a black card, an elite escort, and now a penthouse that costs more than my old apartment building. What happens when the pack realizes I'm living under your roof?"

Silas took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving mine. A dark, predatory smirk pulled at his lips.

"Let them talk," he whispered, setting the glass down with a soft click. He walked toward me, his massive frame closing the distance until I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. He leaned down, his breath brushing against my collarbone, right where the diamonds rested. "The pack already knows you are mine to protect. By tomorrow night, they will know you are mine, period."

Before I could answer, my phone vibrated aggressively in my hand.

I looked down. It wasn't a text. It was a formal notification from the Silver Crescent Pack Council.

Notification: Emergency Pack Gathering and Inheritance Briefing called by Future Alpha Julian Vance. Location: Grand Pack House. Time: Tonight, 8:00 PM. Attendance mandatory for all inner-circle and high-ranking members.

I looked up at Silas, showing him the screen. "It looks like your voice note pushed him over the edge. He’s calling an emergency meeting tonight. He wants to force the inheritance vote before the weekend gala."

Silas stared at the screen, his eyes flashing a brilliant, dangerous gold. A low, terrifying rumble shook his chest.

"He wants a war," Silas murmured, a wicked, lethal smile spreading across his handsome face. "Let's go give him one. Get changed, Clara. We're going to the pack house."